Part 1Three years after he died, my husband asked me to donate his heart to him.

I Died Three Years Ago, But My Husband Wants to Marry His First Love

Three years after my death, my husband was preparing to marry his terminally ill first love.

He came to my house and asked my mother to sign the divorce papers.

My mom told him I was already dead.

But my husband impatiently retorted:

"What nonsense is this? She's still playing these childish games!"

"Olivia is dying. What's wrong with me wanting to be with her in her final days? Why is Emily being so selfish?!"

"Tell her if she doesn't come out, I'll cut off your medical expenses, old woman!"

He was trying to use me to force my mother to reveal my whereabouts.

Little did he know, my mother had already given up on treatment long ago.

She was holding on only to see my husband's regret.

Three years after my death, Jack finally remembered me.

But now he was a celebrated business tycoon, while I was just a cursed spirit, unable to move on.

He stood at my family's doorstep, scanning the empty room, and coldly said to my mother, "Tell Emily to get out here!"

My mother's frail body trembled as she replied numbly, "My daughter is dead."

Hearing this, Jack sneered, "Dead? How could someone as selfish as Emily possibly die?"

"I get it now. It's because Olivia is terminally ill and I want to be with her, so Emily's putting on this act?"

He laughed coldly and barged in, searching every room.

But he couldn't find any trace of me.

My mother said, "Emily really is dead. If you want to find her, go look in her grave."

Jack's face darkened. "You think these tactics will work? Let me tell you, if your daughter doesn't come out and divorce me, don't blame me for cutting off your medical expenses, old woman!"

Seeing my mom remain silent, Jack laughed angrily and threw down the divorce papers:

"Stubborn, aren't you? But it's useless."

"Make her sign within three days, then contact me immediately to finalize the divorce at the registry office. If you can't do that..."

At this point, Jack's eyes showed a coldness I'd never seen before, "You might as well be dead."

He slammed the door as he left, leaving my heart in pieces.

To divorce me, he would even threaten my mother's life.

But in my mother's eyes, I saw a tenderness I'd never witnessed before. She calmly watched Jack leave, then turned and took out my childhood photos from a drawer.

As she caressed my young face in the picture, I heard her whisper, "Emily, dear, Mommy will be with you soon."